Saturday, June 18, 2005 -- 5:11 PM
I went to a kegger last night at the house of someone I work with. It has been said of his family that, "At the Vanderveens, it is encouraged to drink," and that's what we did alright. It was kind of surreal; actually it was surreal in a big way, because everyone seemed to know me. Vanderveen's mom and sister, one of his cousins, the brother of another guy I used to work with. "Hey, you're Dave Dyck." "Dave Dyck, right?" "You must be Dave Dyck." It was explained to me later that it was the hair. My long hair is legend, and also distinct, although it is kind of starting to get annoying.
